how will we know one another, sister?
a twist of color in our hair?
how will we find one another?
what's the code?
mismatched earrings or socks?
~o~
were you afraid?
uninformed?
lied to?
coerced? threatened?
did he hold your baby in one arm and your toddler's hand in the other as he stood behind you in the voting booth?
did you think you didn't matter?
were you stupid in your arrogance?
were you looking to please some long-dead daddy who paid you the wrong kind of attention or none at all?
or did you just not care enough to bother?
~o~
none of the reasons matter anymore.
murderers tattoo blue tears on their faces.
look for a ribbon in her hair.
2 comments:
This needs to be set to music
I keep coming back to this. So moving! Dreamed or maybe just keeps rising out of my subconscious, how to find a loved one as we move through the world one day, being pushed in opposite directions. Looking for my ribbons. This really is good. You're so real and magical and well versed. And beautiful! 💞
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